A friend of mine in Philadelphia was going by a drinking saloon one night, and he saw in that saloon a professed Christian playing cards. He took a pencil, wrote on a card, and saw a little boy and said, “My boy, here is some money. I want you to do an errand for me. You see that man on the side of the table where those three are, playing cards with them?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well,” said my friend, “take that card to him.”
The boy went in, and my friend watched the man when this card was handed to him. What was written on the card was, “Ye are my witnesses.” The man took the card, looked at it, sprang to his feet, and rushing out into the street asked the boy where the card came from. The boy said, “A man over there gave it to me.”
But the man had slipped away. “Ye are my witnesses.” Wherever you find a professed Christian going in bad company, you may look for something worse.